It has been realized and decided and must happen. I am going back to work this August ... in literally a month. By trained trade, many sleepless nights, coffee galore, accents, flashcard making, lesson planning, crayon coloring and powerpoint making ... I am a French teacher. I have been for 9 years cumulatively since I took two years off a year apart to have my beautiful sons.
I had hoped and wished and prayed and thought and knew I would not go back ... but alas I am.
I am telling myself things happen for a reason. I wanted to be truckin' around in our SUV, Goldfish littering the seats, diaper bag in the back, off to pre-school or the park or the library. That is what I wanted. No high heels. No make-up. No 7-3. But August 27th, my presence will be blessed with hormonal and challenging 8th graders(and whomever else crosses my path) expecting me to be able to answer any question they have concerning the French Language and Culture :) Settle a teenage girl argument. Break up a boy fight(maybe not). Hand out pencils and intellect. Yikes.
I know I am a good teacher. A really good teacher. I spent so much money earning my Master's and writing my thesis. I have already toiled so much through the system that perhaps it will be good to go back to my chosen career.
I'm just really going to miss my boys.
I'll try not to rant too much on this blog about my work, I promise.
July 18th, 2012